Let me start by saying that this book, as the title may imply, is not your grandma’s Wizard of Oz. It also, I must admit, isn’t so much a retelling as an envisioning of what Oz might be like after Baum’s original 14… 948 more words

I had been lying in the snow ready to give up; ready to die; and then I saw her. She was leading her little sister through the snow, both their arms fill of wood, still a meagre haul for all that; their rags dragging through the snow scrawling strange designs behind them in that bitterly cold winter.